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H E R
For most of her life, she had garnered praise for her looks. Fair and shapely, with flowing long dark hair, a deep set of expressive eyes with thick lashes, and a natural air of elegance that exudes from her, in her words and her manners.
“You look a lot like a Yaoyorozu heiress. Are you sure you’re not related to them?” Was said in an off-hand tone. She never met her mother, but even as she died in the birthing bed, one stormy night eighteen years ago, she died taking the identity of her father with her in death.
Her mother used to work in bars, and perhaps, maybe one of her customers had her pregnant with a daughter they didn’t even get to raise. She lived in her last closest kin, her grandmother.
If she was ever related to them, she wouldn’t live drowning in debts. Would it change a thing, if those speculations would only tell that she’s a bastard child? The scandal is not worth it. But she wonders, in a passing glance, she bears a resemblance to the son and daughter of the Yaoyorozu family. The daughter is making waves in the fashion industry, a few years older than her, and the son, the young lord, is married and with a daughter.
Maybe her life would be easier if she was born a Yaoyorozu.
Maybe, she wouldn’t be burdened at such a young age, with the weight of raising herself and worrying over the piling debts, from her grandmother’s hospital bills.
The world is not fair; wealth and beauty divide the people as the lords and the servants.
In a quirk-fueled society, a quirk makes all the difference. And a quirkless man is a dead man.
It isn’t fair that this world is ruled by advantages. And for her, she only has her beauty.
She tried not to appear so out of place as a lady ushered her inside the exclusive restaurant. Only notable pro heroes and popular sidekicks dine here, the privacy and the cuisine are worth the patronage from top ranking individuals.
Her heart was rising on her throat as she was led to a private table, closed off from the prying eyes of diners walking by.
And on the chair opposite to hers, sat a man with deep red wine hair, colored eyes that remind her of the bluest waters, and his body huge and wider than twice of her own body, stretching against the fabric of his all-black ensemble.
He was sitting on the chair, but she knew he was tall. The number two hero was towering over most of Japan.
She was meek as a mouse as she sat on her chair. He did not raise his head to greet her, even, he spent a few more time flipping the menu. Her palms felt sticky from the sweat, and yet she tried her best to keep her poise, hands on her thighs, her back straightened, and her face relaxed. She needs this to come to a fruition.
“What would you have for dinner?” His voice was deep and full, sending her to a shock. It was the first time he’s spoken to her. His correspondence to her…handler was brief and formal. She hates thinking of that wicked woman as a handler, this is the only time she’ll ever do this. If she lucks out on this one, she might never have to do it again.
“Endeavor has a fat wallet, oh darling, you’ll have to work your charms on him.” Her nasally voice was echoing in her head. She was at her wits’ ends.
“Doesn’t he have…a wife?”
“Hm, frail one. Last I heard she was sent away from the estate. But don’t mention her to him. If you want to be free from your predicament, you would be wise with your tongue. You are a beauty, mind your words, just let him have his way with you.”
“Um, a salad would be fine, I don’t have a huge appetite.”
“A salad is hardly filling.” Yes, but it’s the cheapest… She felt her mask breaking as she panics. However, he grumbles and mentions to the waiter to make two servings of his order. Alone now, he looked at her and his gaze was penetrating to her soul.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty. I’ve been working at the bar for two years now…”
That was half a lie, she did work there for a time, but she was sixteen then, eighteen now. She could almost sense him calling out her lie, he did not become the number two hero for nothing. She wondered if she should have worn the red dress, it was bolder and would have given her a more mature edge, and yet, her pastel blue one was the one to only make her comfortable in this meeting.
He says nothing. Their dinner went on in quick spoonfuls of silence. He offered her wine, and she indulged in a glass, hoping the alcohol would ease her nerves a bit.
H I M
He couldn’t quite put into words how she reminds him of someone familiar. It was the only reason he stared at her too much, his curiosity was bleeding. But there was also her beauty, she was gorgeous, he admits. She was quiet and soft-spoken, though her nervousness could be blamed, she preferred her silence, and there was an air of elegance in her that he could have mistaken her as a daughter of some prolific businessman, but the purpose of their meeting tells him she’s poorer than most of society’s underbelly. Well, they belong in different worlds.
He’s not here for something more, anyway.
His gaze lingers at the back of her neck, trailing down to that soft swell on her ass. As the elevator climbs to his penthouse, his mind races to thoughts of her beneath him on the bed, her voice soft and her body pliant, her skin smooth. When he held the door open for her as they entered the place, her fragrance was subtle but sweet, causing his cock to grow rock hard.
With Rei out of the estate, he finds himself no longer having a wife to bed with. Even with Rei around, coupling was hardly satisfying. It was more of a chore, a duty, hardly an act of pleasure. The children’s cries haunted his dreams, bringing him back to their reality of how the family came to be. Nothing is pleasurable, of course, they would have been fools to think there would ever be something as close to a normal family they could achieve. A family that was built on love and dreams.
That dreaded goal, that dreaded legacy, it’s tipping them all to the edge.
“You need to do something. Heck, find a woman, boss.”
He glares at his personal driver. It has only been weeks since he sent Rei away. The prospect is distasteful, even.
“I do not make it a habit of sleeping around with just anyone.”
“Of course, ever the loyal husband,” he glares at him even more, yet it didn’t scare him. How he hates how his direct people working for him no longer feel scared. “Forgive me for my choice of words, boss, but the people talk. They say you don’t even love your wife…”
“What’s your point?”
“They wonder why you’re sticking to your marriage in that case. You could have let her go before..”
“Speak carefully,” he clenched his fists, his glare now a fiery blaze. His driver went silent.
“Perhaps a good release would help, Enji. I saw the recent news about you. Your violent tendencies have gone too far, there must be something to be done before it retaliates on your ranking again. You’re stressed.”
“You think sex would fix this?” He leaned back on his seat, his eyes now looking at the roads they passed by. “I don’t like to sleep around colleagues, heroes and sidekicks. I treat my work professionally. I also do not picture myself entering shady establishments to pay for some…
“I stayed faithful to Rei because she is my wife, and a scandal is the last thing I ever need right now.”
“Infidelity is the last thing she’ll ever resent about you.” He was treading on dangerous conversations again. He never failed to make subtle remarks about Enji’s marriage, his kids, the upbringing he’s imposing on them. But he could only try to talk to him about it, and in the end, Enji decides their fate.
“I could have you fired,” that was his weakest shot, they’re both too deep in this shit together already. It would be bold to say, but for the years that passed, he considered him a friend.
“I know someone. Discreet. I can tell you don’t want any…I could ask them if they have someone…who’s not…” He was finding the words to say. Enji was groaning in his seat, his patience running thin.
“Would an innocent interest you?”
He raised his head up.
“Plenty of ladies out there would be dying to have a night with you, boss. You’re not too bad.”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“No, I’m helping you.”
He closed his eyes. The silence lingered for a while. And then he said, “How many women are out there selling their virginity?”
“You’d be surprised, Enji.”
“I don’t want a whore,” he spat out the last word like poison. He’s still not quite sold to the idea.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find someone appropriate.”
It was an innocent he wanted. And she was exactly that.
Underneath the soft downpour of the shower, she trembled with every flicker of his touch on her body. Naked, his body was burning hot against the cold, his wide frame was intimidating her since the dinner, but his lips were slow and gentle, oddly different to the image she had of him since they met.
He ran his lips through her neck, feeling her shake when his hand cupped her ass from behind. She clung to his neck as her knees grew weak. His touch was scorching against her skin, his kisses were kryptonite.
Once he cupped her mound, her breaths grew shaky. He rested his forehead on hers as his thumb began swiping that protruding nub. He kept his gaze on her face, watching it twist in pleasure as he worked her open. Her mouth fell open as he squeezed a finger in. “Sir–!” She gasped under his kiss.
He nibbled her lower lip, pulling away. “Enji,” he murmured, still reeling in her tight heat sucking his fingers inside. She nodded weaklessly and licked her lips. When her eyes met his, he gave her a look that she could’ve mistaken for something like…fondness…adoration? That felt wrong.
This was no intimate act. This is dirty.
He dropped his eyes on her breasts, feeling his cock growing hard at those plump globes, perking up for his attention. His hands raised to her ribcage, before they cupped at her tits and fondled.
Sweet noises escaped from her lips as he held her on her sides, his hands big enough that his thumbs reached long enough to rub her nipples in enticingly circular motions. Their lips clashed together, with her learning the art of the kiss with him, then he bent down and sucked on a pink bud, sending her to moan for him.
“Enji….”
“Hm,” he laid her on the bed, barely dried up from the shower, her hair damp against the pillow.
She clenched her eyes as she felt him pointing his cock at her opening. She knew he was big, she saw a glimpse of it, and now, she’ll feel him tonight, stretching her open for the first time.
“You can hold on to me,” he murmured as her legs were now wrapped around his waist. She followed promptly, resting her hands on those muscled arms.
Even with all the preparations, a tear fell from her eyes as he pushed in past her tight opening. A soft groan was choked out of him as his head finally entered, he gave her time to adjust.
“Fuck,” he lifted his head to her face, seeing her still closing her eyes. He bent down and kissed her, and despite her trembling, she returned his kiss. He kissed her more and pulled away to whisper to her ear. “Can I go on?”
“Yes, please. Just go slow, please.”
He nodded, coiling her legs over his arms, yanking her open. He breathed for a while, then pushed. They moaned together as they both felt something break gently.
His first time with Rei was unpleasant. She clawed at his back, and cried like a wounded animal.
With her, she was quiet in her tears, mindful with her hands. Perhaps she doesn’t wish to turn him off and ruin this agreement, and so she willed her body to relax and surrender to his touch.
He doesn’t know what to think of that, however. He wanted it good with Rei in the past, and he wanted it pleasurable with her too. It doesn’t bode well for his pride to have someone faking it for him, even in something transactional as this.
He felt her hands now rubbing his nape, urging him to bend down and rest his face in the crook of her neck as he began pumping his cock in and out of her wet cunt. This part was real at least, that he made her squelching.
“You’re big…” she whispered, still shy around him. It pleases him. He nibbled at her earlobe, grazing the skin softly against his teeth. She shuddered.
“You feel good. Warm, and wet and tight fuck,” he heard her giggle, and gasped as he bent down and sucked her boobs.
The bed creaked as his movements grew faster, until he had her begging and now clawing at his back. He liked the pain her nails marked on him, urging him more for the sex.
Her legs that were once wrapped around his waist were now folded on the top of her chest, as his cock was now drilling her pussy balls deep, making a mess of the creams on her folds. She came on his cock, her energy exhausted from her, leaving her with the strength to hold her body awaiting for him.
He grunted, feeling his balls hang heavy and his seeds ready to spill. He pinned his body on hers as his hips wobbled and he groaned as he bottomed down on her, feeling thick strings of cum plugging her full.
Her body trembled as he pulled out, the shame in her at how her hole unplugged his cock like a cork on a wine bottle popping out. His seeds trailed out of her.
She remembered the moments of rests he allowed for her, but for the most part, the night was filled with pleasurable cries as he fully took her from behind, her knees propped high and her ass offered to him as her breasts were grazing on the sheets, the arch of her back drove him to madness and her inner thighs bore the mark of his lust.
Seeded and filled, perhaps there was some truth that the pro hero Endeavor’s rage on the field was some pent-up stress waiting for its release. And she nursed that frustration from him, spreading her legs and letting him rut in her heat, taking her endlessly, wildly on the bed.
It was her body he wanted. It’s his money she needed.
As she drags herself up and down on his cock, there was a strange look glossed over his eyes as he locked himself at the sight of her face, seeing the pleasure painted over her. There was a delicate innocence in the way she pleasured herself on his cock, forgetting that it’s him she should be pleasuring, but he grinned lazily as the little vixen used him for her own release. He leaned and suckled on her nipples, helping her reach that climax. “Enji!”
Her voice was a melody to his ears.
H E R
He dropped her off the bar where she worked, ashamed of how his driver was giving her a knowing look. She wrapped one of his coats tightly on herself as he bid himself goodbye.
“Whenever you need me,” he gave her his calling card. She doesn’t understand why. She thought he’d be delighted to discard her after he had what he wanted.
She wasn’t sure of it, but she’s not throwing it away. She clutched it to her chest as she walked in and she heard his car leaving.
The money he billed to her account was more than she expected. But it is said they would be generous if they’re more than satisfied. Was he pleased with her? She hardly did something, she was a novice in the arts of pleasure.
But she tried to be smart, and he’d forget about her after, anyway.
She settled her debts, she made sure no one would sense the source of her funds, so she paid them in installments; they would grow suspicious if she paid them all at once. They didn’t pry any longer, content with their arrangement.
In the hospital, she watches over her grandmother now comfortable with the regular care given to her.
“Something’s changed in you,” her grandmother noticed.
“Just the work, grandma, I got accepted as a florist in town.”
It’s been two months since that night with him.
“Your mother had that glow when she was pregnant with you.” That made her stop in her tracks.
She couldn’t look at her come one morning. There was no indication that gave her the inkling she was pregnant. No vomiting, no sudden allergies, or random swellings, while she was scared of it all, the baby was good to her.
She gave birth to a boy full of dark hair. Her grandmother didn’t pry anymore of his parentage. When his eyes grew into the bluest of turquoise, there was worry in her. At five, his flames grew bright from his fists, and her worry turned to fear.
They settled far from the city, far from him. But in the quiet moments, she finds her son plastered in front of the television, watching Endeavor’s reruns with a look in his eyes that she couldn’t read. Even as a boy, he is a mystery even to her. Perhaps that’s something she had in common with him.
“Will I be as strong as him?”
He asked that during dinner. She knew who he was talking about.
“When you’re older, you’ll be able to handle intensive training. Are you interested in hero work, darling?”
“I want to go to UA,” her heart was pounding so fast. “That’s where he went right, mom?” She nodded.
She was screaming at herself as she was pacing by an exclusive bar he frequently goes for relaxation with a few shots, she gathered from the internet. There was no assurance he would be there, the nervousness called for a drink.
“You seem new around” the bartender had a friendly face. She nodded, and thanked him for the cocktail she drank in one go. “So, what brings you here?”
“I’m hoping to meet a hero. Um, do you think Endeavor would be here?”
“Ah, that guy. Are you a journalist? You know he doesn’t do media interviews.”
“Um, well, not entirely, but I just needed to see him for some questions.”
“Miss, I advise you not to. He hasn’t been tolerable these last five years. Perhaps his wife no longer attending events with him years ago might be the reason why. They haven’t been seen in public for years.”
Her heart rose to her throat at those words. From her phone research, he wasn’t divorced, but he wasn’t with someone else either. His wife, there was nothing more she heard from her.
She doesn’t know what she intends to do with him, being with him is out of the question, he’s still a married man. But for her son, she has to try to see him.
Two cocktails, she was done sitting for almost two hours now. She paid extra for the bartender who accompanied her at least.
She squeezed herself in the restroom, fixing herself and reapplying her lipstick before she went out.
She wasn’t drunk, but she might as well be, with how she managed to bump into someone. “I’m so sorry—!”
She flushed as the man who occupied her thoughts the whole night appeared in front of her, holding her steady, his face so close to her. When she looked into his eyes, it was as if she was looking at her son.
“Enji…”
There was a pause in between them, before he muttered something on the phone, and he took her hand and led her somewhere.
She let him take her to his car. She didn’t ask where they were going. She only saw the city lights grow small as they went high up in some mountain. The car stopped at some point, and they settled by a cliff overseeing the city. The view was gorgeous.
They both stepped out of the car, both at a loss of words.
He looked good at forty. Handsome just as she remembered, and even when she grew some more in the last years, he remained towering over her.
“How…have you been?”
“Good. You?”
She nodded, walking over to him. She saw his nostrils flare and his pupils dilating, and the next moment, he muttered something darkly before he grabbed her by her hips and kissed her.
He lifted her and sat her by the open trunk of his car. She was tongue-tied with the purpose of her meeting him, selfishness taking over as she moaned at the feel of his hard-on poking on her belly.
She didn’t protest when he pulled her up and bent her over, she laid her palms steady on the car.
She didn’t flinch when he pulled up the skirt of her tiny dress on her waist and ripped her panties off.
She heard him unbuckle his belt, before she felt his cock poking from behind. Before she could say anything, he plunged all his thick inches in one go and she cried at the pleasurable stretch.
“Fuck!”
The car shook as he railed her there. She steadied her legs and spread them for him as his hands gripped her waist tight, and his cock pierced her flesh in a manner that had her crying so sweetly.
“Enji!” She fucked herself on his cock, squeezing her pussy around the base, sending him to howl and groan at the feel of her tight heat.
She marvelled at his strength, as her legs were resting on his arms, him carrying her and dropping her up and down his cock. Their kisses were messy and she cried as her nether lips dragged up and down his length, the manner was shameful with the way her pussy clung so greedily to his cock. She sighed against his lips, dropping her forehead to his, “I miss you…”
He nodded mindlessly, thrusting up into her, hitting the spot that made her squeal. He pounded more into her until she clamped down on his cock, creaming around him, as she felt him cumming so deep in her womb right after. Their combined releases have webbed into a sticky mess in her hole, so full of his potent seeds there was an alarm ringing in the back of her mind.
When they were fixed and settled on the front seat, him already ready to drive back, she held his hand. He had a distant look ahead,
“Enji?”
“This…this never happens again.”
She bit her lip. He breathed hard, as if concentrating into something.
“I’m married, I have children, I shouldn’t have fucked you again. Fuck….” She nodded, a tear dropped on her cheek.
“I’m...sorry,” my darling boy, I’m so sorry…
“Where should I drop you?”
He couldn’t bear to look at her when he dropped her off. She kissed him one last time, he dodged his head, and her lips only landed on his cheek. He shut his eyes hearing her cry softly.
“I’m so sorry.”
“I understand. I must go. You look well….I’m glad…”
When she returned home, she hugged her son gently, and cried in her sleep.
Her son never mentioned him over dinner again.
When her belly swells for the second time, her grandmother clicked her tongue, but rubbed her hair and kissed her forehead for comfort.
“They have his eyes,” she mentioned, when her daughter inherited the same turquoise blue. They were the spitting image of her, but their eyes, and the fires in them, they were all him.
The kids were each other’s confidante. They grew up protective of their mother. They have a silent fiery rage with the world. Over dinner, her heart grieves at the television, he was burning bright like the sun, and yet it feels as if he was colder than ice, with the way he made it clear he doesn’t want anything to do with her. She couldn’t blame him.
But she couldn’t help but blame herself for her children’s anger. They didn’t know.
When they got a bit older, they began to understand.
“The teacher says my flames are hotter than his during his time as a student, so I would be even stronger as I get older,” her son is in his first year at UA now. “They said I have the markings of a top hero.”
“My son is a genius,” she kissed his forehead, a delicate pride swelling inside of her.
“They said if I work hard I might land an internship under him.” She didn’t know if he’s referring to him, or to his son, the young dual-wielder hero.
She was anxious at the first sports festival. The entire country had their eyes on her son, yet he showed no signs of anxiety over it. In fact, in his silent rage, he wanted to be known. So he would see him.
There are plenty of fire users around. But his flames, they were beautiful, they were strong, and they burned so bright, it was as if Endeavor had come back to his prime. Even more so, he flawlessly exuded immense control and concentration as his flames turned color, from hues of red, orange, and yellow, it grew to a color white, and there has never been a flame so beautiful when he showed blue flames from his fists. He left a trailing blaze as he won the gold medal that day.
“Curious,” there was a man talking by her side. She turned to him, and was met with the number eight hero Shouto, looking at her son with a strange glint in his eyes. “I’ve never seen such a talented kid, not even I was capable of having flames of that color. It is the hottest of the flames, and he hasn’t shown an ounce of pain from the burn even? Not even Endeavor has that extent of flame tolerance.”
As if sensing their conversation from the podium, her son lifted his head and instantly caught Shouto’s eyes. He did not break their locked gazes.
“Seems I have myself a strong competitor.”
Indeed, her son had introduced himself to the world that day.